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On Sale: June 10, 2008
Pages: 0 | ISBN: 978-0-375-84883-4
Published by : Delacorte Books for Young Readers RH Childrens Books
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IN ROGELIA’S HOUSE OF MAGIC, three different 15-year-old girls find friendship and special powers as they are trained in the ways of the curandera by a wise old woman.
When Rogelia becomes a maid at Marina Peralta’s home, it’s obvious to Marina and her friend Fern that they have a real mystic on their hands. Soon Rogelia agrees to teach the girls the magic of their ancestors, much as she taught her granddaughters, Xochitl and Gracielia. Even though Marina and Fern are thrilled to have this chance to understand and use their powers, Xochitl isn’t happy about sharing such a sacred thing with anyone but her sister, who perished in a car accident. Besides, magic has let Xochitl down before. Why wouldn’t it now? But, as the girls will eventually discover, at Rogelia’s House of Magic anything is possible.

From the Hardcover edition.


Marina Peralta stared out the passenger-side front window of her mother’s Infiniti SUV as it pulled into the driveway of a canary yellow A-frame where her best friend, Fernanda Fuego, lived. Between the wild mix of luscious flowers in the front yard and the bright colors trimming the house, it seemed like the Fuego family used nearly every color Crayola ever invented to decorate. Marina looked longingly at the powder blue and white house next door, with its relatively boring agapanthus-filled garden. She remembered how she used to peer out its upstairs window at the eclectic neighborhood.

“I miss living here sometimes,” Marina said wistfully. She twirled the ends of her long brown hair and stared reflectively at the porch swing where she and Fern had gobbled down ice cream cones nearly every summer night.

“How could you miss living in the barrio?” Marina’s mother asked as she lay on the horn, causing Marina to flinch. “I worked hard to get us out of this neighborhood, and I don’t want you spending any more time here than you have to.”

Five years ago, Marina’s mother, Rebecca, had become an instant success as a real estate agent. She uprooted the family, consisting of Marina; her younger sisters, Monica and Samantha; and their stepfather, Steve Michelson, to an upper-middle-class section of Orange Olive at the base of the prestigious Peralta Hills. For the most part, Marina liked her new neighborhood—every yard was immaculate, there was a pool in her backyard, and a gorgeous gate marked the entrance of the subdivision—but it was also kind of sterile and a little too perfect. She missed the cozy feel of her old neighborhood.

Marina twiddled the drawstrings of her khaki miniskirt and frowned at the seagull appliqué on her Hollister tank top to keep from saying anything. She didn’t dare give the answer she wanted to give. The retort at the tip of her tongue would have started an argument, at that moment, Fernanda came bounding out of her house.

“I’m ready!” Fernanda called as she ran down the bright red porch steps and across the lawn. Her curly shoulder-length auburn hair flopped playfully over her Plimsouls T-shirt, a tribute to her love of 1980s psychedelic and punk bands. She opened the car door, held on to her paisley wraparound skirt, and slid into the backseat. Immediately she kicked off her Birkenstock sandals. “Hey, Marina. Good afternoon, Mrs. Peralta.”

“Hey, Fern. We’ve got to pick up something before we go to my house,” Marina said.

“What do you need to pick up?” Fern asked, leaning forward from the backseat.

Marina twisted around and tugged one of Fern’s untamed ringlets. “A chart.”

Fern swatted her hand away and Marina chuckled under her breath before settling back into her seat. She had started pulling Fern’s tangle of corkscrew, cinnamon-colored curls when they were in grade school. It was the one thing Marina could do to get talkative Fern to shut up. Now that they were both fifteen, Marina just did it to annoy her.

“What kind of chart?” Fern asked.

“An astrological chart,” Marina’s mother answered as they cruised down the streets of Orange County, California, looking for a specialty store among the historic brick storefronts. “And I need you to run in and get it for me, Marina.”

“Mom!” Marina protested.

“I need to pick up the special invitation paper for your Grandpy’s birthday party, and this will save me time,” Marina’s mother said.

Marina glared out the window, frustration clouding her big brown eyes. She hated it when her mom sent her on errands, especially when it came to goofy ones like fetching an astrology chart. What if she said something stupid and embarrassed herself? Marina twisted her hair at the nape of her neck and got one of her many silver rings caught in a knot of her unbrushed mane. Impervious to the pain, she yanked her finger free along with several long light brown strands.

“It makes me so mad every time I pass through here,” Marina’s mother said suddenly as she navigated a roundabout known as the Orange Circle. At the center was a circular park with a fountain, benches, and tall cypress trees. The Orange Circle was intersected by two streets, Glassell and Chapman.

“Not again,” Marina moaned. She had heard her mother’s rant about their family’s glory days way too often. Her mother took every possible opportunity to gloat about being Spanish and yet despised anything that connected her to Mexican roots, especially the barrio. Marina didn’t quite understand the difference.

Marina’s mother ignored her daughter and looked in the rearview mirror at Fern. “Our Spanish ancestors, José Antonio Yorba and Juan Pablo Peralta, built a very successful ranching business with the land grant they received from the king of Spain.”

“Over two hundred years ago,” Marina grumbled.

“They lost all of it when California became a state,” Marina’s mother continued. “Then those damn gringo lawyers Chapman and Glassell stole our land.”

“Here we are,” Marina said in a forced lighthearted tone, pointing at a store with floor-to-ceiling windows and a large wooden sign with the words moonlight midwifery painted in dark blue calligraphy next to a crescent moon.

Marina’s mother pulled into a space in front of the shop.

“Oooh, look at the crystals hanging from the trees! Come on, let’s go.” Fern was chomping at the bit. She dug her toes into her Birks and opened the car door.

Marina groaned softly. While she adored Fern’s wild and unpredictable nature, Fern often got the two of them into trouble that Marina had to bail them out of with a combination of cleverness and false bravado. Marina liked adventures, too, as long as her mother didn’t find out about them.

From the Hardcover edition.
Jamie Martinez Wood

About Jamie Martinez Wood

Jamie Martinez Wood - Rogelia's House of Magic
I began writing stories when I was seven years old. At 11, I started my first diary and a lifelong tradition of journaling. I still have every diary I ever wrote in. At 16, I received my first wand. My nana read my future in tarot cards. My other nana, had died before I was born, so mini seances were never too far fetched for me.
I've always been interested in metaphysics and nature, so when the opportunity to write The Wicca Cookbook. presented itself to me, I jumped at the chance. I next wrote The Hispanic Baby Name Book and became active in promoting literature in my local community. The Wicca Cookbook enjoyed such acclaim that I played the host for a cooking pilot show called The Cauldron and was asked to write a book for teens. Thankfully, I could refer to my early journals and a box full of notes passed in class. Reading notes and journal entries when I felt disempowered and victimized motivated me to create visualizations and affirmations to move into a place of power. These new perspectives comprise the "spells" of The Teen Spell Book. Building on the success of my books and teachings, I wrote The Wicca Herbal and The Enchanted Diary.

Rogelia's House of Magic marks my return to the world of story-telling and combines my expertise of the world of metaphysics, magic, nature, Latino culture, and Orange County, California history (eight generations in this place makes for a lot of people talking in my head!) I spend as much time as possible at events empowering young people, festivals for literature, earth magic, and culture. Hope to see you around some time.
Check out my website for the latest on magic, writing, and booksigning events near you! www.jamiemartinezwood.com/teen
To see the book trailer for Rogelia's House of Magic on YouTube go to: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i4m7izCxVrA


“A story about girls whose friendship will inspire readers.”—Kirkus Reviews

From the Trade Paperback edition.

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